I’ve been thinking a lot about vampires. This may have something to do with the fact that I’m watching the first three seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I’d only ever seen from season four on), or it may be that I’m feeling the temporary loss of True Blood (it’s gotten to be a kind of family tradition ’round here). Whatever the reason, I’ve realized something has been bothering me about modern vampires.
I know vampires are folkloric creatures, and it’s kind of ridiculous to grumble over what is and isn’t supposed to happen with “real vampires” (I actually heard that phrase blurted outside the theater after a showing of Blade). I’m probably one of the only people who didn’t love Twilight and yet wasn’t bothered by the sparklepires… vamparkles? I actually thought it was kind of cool that Stephenie Meyer made her version of the undead into a kind of on-land Anglerfish. That’s not sarcasm; I truly thought it was awesome. Anglerfish are scary as hell.
But there’s one common change that actually does bother me, and that’s due to my preference for the old idea that a wooden stake through the heart is not supposed to kill a vampire. I’ll say that again, in case you missed it. A stake through the heart should not kill a vampire. You don’t shoot a toothpick at them and have them melt into a pile of guts. You don’t drop them onto a fence post and have them explode into ashes. It’s not that simple. The stake is only there to hold them down. Remove the stake, and the vampire gets back up and kills your stupid ass.
You may say I’m splitting hairs about this, but let me make a case for it.
There’s one very important thing I love about vampires: they’re the commingled representation of sex and death.
Vampires traditionally seduce and corrupt young “virgins” by exchanging um… fluids with them. And if you don’t think that’s a representation of sexuality, try to remember the last time you heard an on-screen vampire victim scream the way you might if your date suddenly stabbed you in the neck with two pencils. Close your eyes and just imagine it for a second. Two pencils. Getting stabbed into your neck. You’d howl like someone was holding your hand to a red-hot stovetop. You wouldn’t make slight-discomfort-plus-pleasure noises while you were getting bitten. I promise.
But vampires also represent a part of our existence we don’t particularly like to think about: death. And not the lacy, quiet, romantic death you read about in poems. I mean the kind of death you see when you find a dead animal in the road—a shriveled thing that used to be full of movement and thought and decision. You can’t just kill a vampire; it’s already dead. It is death in the flesh—undeath, in other words. All you can do is incapacitate it by tearing it apart.
So all the religious, holy-water, scared-of-crosses nonsense aside, vampires are a folkloric symbol of the ultimate creative act and the ultimate destructive force existing in the same body. They’re the walking, talking circle of life. That’s why it’s important to me that a vampire sleep in its coffin during the day. And when you drive a stake through its heart, you do it so the unholy monster doesn’t get up and kill you while you’re decapitating it.
Our folklore is there to remind us of every aspect of our lives, even those we don’t like to think about. I don’t think a representation of death should be romantic or convenient. It should be terrible, like opening a coffin, finding a corpse, and driving a stake through the heart of someone you loved so they stay dead.
What do you think?
3 responses to “Real Vampires Get Knocked Down, but They Get Up Again (You’re Never Gonna Keep Them Down)”
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Yes, I think this pretty much sums up my feelings. I’m all for the death-by-impalement – it’s reciprocal penetration, destroying the penetrator by turning its own symbolism against it and thus denying its power both sexual and lethal – but… scary vampires are better. I mean, walking allegory, hello. What’s worse than looking into the face of a corpse and seeing your own fate reflected there?
I’m so happy you liked my blog and in turn I checked your page out. LOVE this post. I love vamps, like you do, and share the same qualms.. While i enjoy the fluff vamps in all these modern tales, it’s the original folk tales that made me fall in love with them. The devious, sulky, killing gruesomely undead. I miss the grit of supernatural creatures.
Before Twilight got all popular and movie franchised, I actually enjoyed the twist on vampires. But to have that the leading of image of what a vampire is…yeah I couldn’t jump on that bandwagon.
I’m so happy you enjoyed the post! Thanks for reading and commenting. I definitely agree with you. A lot of modern tales suck the fear out of vampires, mostly by removing the “death” and amping up the “sex” metaphors. I prefer them in equal proportions.